I was thirty-six when I first got Botox, and it coincided with a time I was feeling pretty fearful about life. On the surface, things could not have looked more glamorous. It was the year I moved to New York, and having taken a summer job editing a magazine in Ibiza, I was commuting back and forth between Manhattan and the Med, spending two weeks in each location. Living the dream, right? Except the reality was probably the closest I’ve ever come to having a nervous breakdown (and not in the “spiritual awakening” sense).
The move stateside had absolutely been the most incredible adventure, and one the Pisces and I had been actively manifesting for quite some time. As in, after he got a job in the London office of a company based out of NYC, I gave him his morning cup of tea in an “I 
NY” mug—and continued to do so, every day, for the next two years. A rudimentary approach, but Spirit had apparently been listening and now here we were.
The thing is, the move had also meant leaving behind everything that gave me a sense of security. I’d traded my beautiful home in East London for a $4K-a-month shoebox infested with roaches and vermin in a building where random workmen would come into the apartment, uninvited, around the clock. Instead of cozy friendships nurtured over decades, my social life had become an endless round of blind “friend dates” with similarly rootless souls.
Not from a particularly close-knit family, my clan now felt further away than ever. But perhaps most unsettling of all (which also says so much about my shaky foundations at the time), I’d given up my job at Style magazine. A position I’d coveted my entire career, which also came with a regular salary and glittering piles of freebies and lifestyle perks, the role had finally bestowed on me the industry status and respect (i.e., sense of belonging) I’d always craved. Walking away had left me feeling supervulnerable—talk about first-world, root chakra problems!
So when my friend Ben offered me the summer job in Ibiza, I grasped at the opportunity to regain some lost ground in the financial/status stakes. But with no direct flights the commute was brutal, and I was constantly jet-lagged. There were also some gnarly politics going down at the magazine, which translated as a major lack of editorial support. Two months in, I was already running on way below empty. And yep, you guessed it, self-medicating with alcohol to bridge the “isn’t my life fabulous” gap.
Which is about exactly when I met Raj, a Botox “guru” who was doing a summer residency (only in Ibiza) at the island’s most chichi spa hotel. When he offered me a freebie, I didn’t hesitate to accept. Because what do lots of women do when we’re feeling insecure, vulnerable, and in any way “less than”? We fixate on our appearance. Look “perfect,” we’ll be accepted/loved, and everything will be okay.
At age sixteen this translated as me developing an eating disorder, as I waged war on the very first dimples of cellulite that dared to invade my thighs. Now, the “wrong side” of thirty-five, my wrinkles had become enemy number one.
The thing is, the whole Botox situation didn’t go too well. I wanted Raj to zap the (teeny tiny) fine lines that had begun to show on my forehead, having read that it wasn’t advisable to use Botox around the eyes. I figured my smile lines could stay. But he managed to convince me otherwise, and lying back on his couch, feeling relaxed and “special” (journalist freebies always brought out my inner princess) for the first time all summer, I figured why the hell not? It wasn’t until a few days later, once the toxin had kicked in, that I got my answer.
Yes, my forehead was blessedly smooth, and even the nasty scar between my eyebrows (the one I got when I bashed my head at age five right on the spot above my third eye—talk about “awakening”!)—was less pronounced, making the top part of my face appear more relaxed. But where the Botox had frozen my crow’s-feet, it had created saggy little pouches of skin, with nowhere else to go, underneath my eyes. In other words, I now had the eye bags to match how utterly depleted I was feeling inside.
So this is where I’m supposed to tell you how my numinous journey has helped me see the light—that true beauty is all about how you feel on the inside, and that no amount of pampering, products, and procedures can substitute for the glow that comes from perfect health. And I apologize in advance if that’s what you want to hear. Because while I absolutely, 100 percent subscribe to this warm and fuzzy human truth, I also came of age in a society where what’s on the outside counts. Not to mention I pursued a career in an industry that’s dedicated to reinforcing this message.
To pretend I’m not a product of this environment would be utterly inauthentic, and so I won’t insult your trust in me as a reliable narrator by even going there. What I can say is that the more time and attention I bring to the things you can’t necessarily see about me, to my numinous nature, the less time and energy I have to spend fretting in front of the mirror.
But, MAN, is it a work in progress. Unpacking decades, no . . . generations, no, wait . . . a whole civilization’s worth of conditioning around female beauty does not happen overnight. Here, I will share with you the wisdom and the tools I’ve learned along my numinous way that are helping me bridge the inner versus outer beauty divide, as well as attempt to redefine what it means to be beautiful in the Now Age. Some of it warm and fuzzy, some not so much.
MIND THE COMPARISON TRAP
When I was working at Style, some beauty brand sent out a press release declaring that a woman began to “lose her looks” at age 35.09. It was official; they’d done the math. On receiving this, I was not nearly as mad at the fact the company’s PR department thought it was okay to be peddling such a fear-based missive as a valid “news” story as I should have been, since this is the language of the mainstream beauty industry. And in my old magazine life, it was a language I’d become fluent in.
But it did make me depressed, not least since I had just turned thirty-five—my imminent descent into old hagdom also coinciding neatly with the introduction of a new social media tool called Instagram. It would be another three years until 2014 was officially declared the Year of the Selfie, but already you could feel the shift. If appearance had always mattered on some level, it was surely only a matter of time before image was everything.
Social media, and Instagram in particular, has created a culture in which we’re hyperaware of how we look. It’s a minute-by-minute rolling news channel inviting the opportunity to compare ourselves to others—what Brené Brown cites as one of the key drivers of our shame-ridden “never enough” society (never pretty enough, never thin enough, never cool enough).
Step number one in avoiding this comparison trap? Cultivate the awareness to recognize when it’s happening. This is what your meditation practice is for. Also, learning to notice and act on the physical sensation that is your intuition telling you to “just put the iPhone away.” Meaning, when you notice yourself obsessing over a feed that triggers feelings of anything less than self-appreciation and sacred sisterhood, UNFOLLOW (I’ve also been known to sage my phone if it gets really bad!). Which is easier said than done, since that “less than” feeling can actually be highly addictive.
Why? Every time we tell ourselves we’re not pretty enough, not thin enough, or not cool enough to put ourselves out there, we’re writing ourselves a permission slip to keep playing small; that is, to choose to ignore the awe-inspiring magnificence of our true nature and step down from venturing bravely forth into the path of our dharma.
A NEW DEFINITION OF BEAUTY
Old media is based on (as in literally financially supported by) mainstream advertising, and so the representation of beauty we see in magazines must always conform to the Mad Men school of selling. Which basically boils down to: make people feel “less than,” and then offer up the antidote. But the great thing about social media is that, used mindfully, it allows us to curate our own unique worldview—which also creates an opportunity for us to redefine what beauty looks like on our own terms.
Aesthetician and Reiki practitioner Rhea Horvath runs a company called Psychic Beauty and is dedicated to what she names “awakening (women’s) ability to see the beauty in yourself and all things.” And she thinks a huge shift is occurring around the perception of beauty, based largely on abolishing the idea that to be beautiful means to look a certain way.
Ask her about this, and it becomes clear that truly living this is deeply rooted in cultivating a connection to your spirit, higher Self, the Universe, and so on. “We know not every soul finds the same things beautiful. For example, the song that makes me cry may not move you at all, and the painting that I moon over for hours could bore you to tears,” she says.
What about physical beauty? “When we dig in and embrace the aesthetics that truly inspire us, and also stop to acknowledge the pieces of the world that make us feel whole and connected (the feeling which true beauty creates), then we become willing to shine out as our own truly authentic Self, too, without fearing our individuality.” In other words, without fearing that what makes us different will also make us weird and therefore unlovable.
But again, this can take a whole lot of discipline (see: unfollowing IG feeds that make you feel less than), and even more undoing of social conditioning. So DO NOT expect to read this and wake up tomorrow with a whole new appreciation for your wonky eyebrows and dimpled thighs. What you can do in the meantime, though, is keep cultivating practices that connect you again and again to your higher self, while being extremely choosy with the company you keep. Every relationship is a mirror, remember? And you have every right to surround yourself with people who reflect the most beautiful you.
Beauty as Self-Love (a.k.a. Self-Awareness, Self-Acceptance, Self-Forgiveness)
It’s important to acknowledge that redefining beauty doesn’t automatically mean throwing out our favorite products with our vanilla-scented bathwater, or stopping wearing makeup altogether in the name of honoring our Goddess-given natural self (unless that’s what’s beautiful to you!). Rather, for me, it’s about tweaking our beauty rituals so that we’re primping and preening from a place of self-love and self-respect, as opposed to fear of not being good enough.
I once went for a series of “energetic facials” (meaning she did Reiki on me and had me hold quartz crystals during the treatment) with a wonderful woman named Maureen Dodd, and it was Maureen who helped me understand the difference between “vanity” and “narcissism.” Yes, the dictionary definition of vanity is “excessive pride in one’s appearance or achievements”—but Maureen also believes that vanity, stemming from a desire to present our most beautiful self to the world, is actually an act of gratitude, for our physical body, and for the gift of being alive. An act of self-love. Narcissism, on the other hand, is a fear-based obsession with being “the most beautiful of them all” (since “most beautiful” equals “most lovable”).
Viewed this way, I believe our beauty practice and our spiritual practice can actually become interchangeable. And as always, it’s about intention. Two of my favorite women walking the Now Age beauty talk are Cindy DiPrima and Kerrilynn Pamer of natural beauty apothecary CAP Beauty. And Kerrilynn gave me a brilliant example of how she’d recently experienced this shift around using makeup: “In high school, I would use makeup to cover up what I saw as my imperfections,” she says. “But using some of the products from our store the other day, I realized I was actually using them to highlight what I found beautiful about myself.”
I think this was an example of Kerrilynn connecting to her inner self—or spirit—in the mirror, and using her beauty tools to reveal more of this divinely beautiful self. And she says this simple shift in perspective about putting on her morning “face” blew her mind. “Like, I used to be so hard on myself, and I wasn’t even aware of it.”
It’s like physically, nothing changes. Your face is your face. But as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder (in this case, you). And the same way your best friend, or your child, or your lover could never be anything less than perfectly beautiful to you, I believe that cultivating the same unconditional love for your inner self is how you can begin to see your outer self as the very definition of beauty. After all—the times I think I look most beautiful? After a good sleep, after a good shag, and after a good cry, times it could be argued I have been most closely connected to my spirit.
As for the self-acceptance and self-forgiveness piece, yes, this has also meant accepting and forgiving my Material Girl self for using Botox as a quick fix. I may well be a perfectly beautiful creature of the cosmos, but when it comes to feeling vulnerable about getting older, I am still very much an earthly, imperfect human.
Beauty Equals Vitality
At CAP meanwhile, Cindy and Kerrilynn define beauty thus: “Beauty is wellness, wellness is beauty.” This means they are dedicated to furthering the philosophy that “beauty is actually taking such good care of yourself, and having such a good time doing it, that no matter what age you are, you always look like a really beautiful version of that age.”
They framed it this way since we were talking about different approaches to aging at the time, but the same mind-set can be applied whether you’re fifteen or fifty. In her book on veganism, The Good Karma Diet, Victoria Moran quotes from the business card of an acupuncturist she once visited, who promised “insightful care of the precious physical envelope and the spirit within.” And I love this poetic description of well-being, which also speaks to a holistic approach to beauty.
And speaking of veganism, “we approach beauty a lot like diet,” says Cindy, explaining how lots of the products they stock at CAP, both topical and ingestible, are often “really rich in healthful, nutrient-dense vitamins, minerals, antioxidants, and probiotics.” Ironically, it’s also Kerrilynn who reminds me that Botox, a drug made from the bacteria that causes botulism, is actually a “natural” product. But the new breed of superbeauty products (think superfoods) on sale in her store is designed to support other healthy lifestyle choices—lifestyle choices that are often rooted in wanting to look better on the outside, but which lead to a deeper connection to spirit by default. And which also look a lot like Marika Messager’s shamanic self-care regime.
If they’re honest about it, when most people give up eating sugar or dairy and begin with a dedicated exercise regime, nine times out of ten it’s to address something they don’t like about their physical appearance. The thing is, it often triggers a positive chain reaction in which the purging of toxins and the increase in happy endorphins create an overall feel-good factor on the inside that then contributes to you looking more radiant on the outside.
And that “feel-good factor”? I believe that’s your spirit operating at optimum default settings, at a higher vibration, without having to fight its way through a toxic soup of processed food and unprocessed negative emotions. It’s the vitality you were given a physical body to express. Seen this way, you could say “beauty” is your birthright.
“WHAT DOES NOT LOOK GOOD IS STRESS”
Cindy and Kerrilynn, who I assume are around the same age as me, are a living, glowing testament to the philosophy of beauty as self-care. I first met them when they were in the very early planning stages for CAP, and a year after launching their brand, they both appear to have been aging backward.
5 NOW AGE BEAUTY BRANDS TO LOVE
BENSHEN. Handcrafted in Brooklyn, New York, Benshen founder Desiree Pais created the line based on the findings of her own healing journey—and following extensive studies with the big names in Chinese medicine, acupuncture, and Kundalini yoga.
JUICE BEAUTY. Most famous (to date) for a fab collab with Gwyneth Paltrow for Goop, who elected to work with the brand on her own line after she was stunned by the “efficiency” of these all-organic products.
NUCIFERA. At the time of writing this, this Venice Beach–based brand only has one product on the market—a do-it-all wonder balm named simply The Balm. You can use it everywhere—skin, feet, face, hair—and it’s scented with palo santo, the patchouli for the Now Age.
SUN POTION. Beauty in the Now Age is as much about what you put in your face as what you slather on it, and the potions and powders from this “transformational foods” brand (think medicinal mushrooms and high-grade raw cacao) are all about that glow.
CEREMONIE. Straight outta Vancouver . . . it’s skin care blessed by a shaman! And not only that, founder Mimi Young creates her formulas based on “suggestions” from her plant spirits, before her suppliers bless their raw ingredients too.
Now I know from experience that choosing the entrepreneurial path is by no means a cakewalk. You’re always “on,” money is scarce, and there’s no one else to blame when things go wrong. Anxiety and sleepless nights are a given. I believe the reason the CAP ladies look so good on their business/dharma path is because (a) they’ve got access to the most incredible “pantry” of next-generation high-vibe products and (b) taking better care of yourself becomes nonnegotiable once you begin doing your dharma.
It’s no coincidence that Virgo, the sign governing diet and healthy habits, also rules over the ways in which we are of service. And just like a woman starts taking her vitamins and cleaning up her diet the minute she becomes pregnant, the responsibility that comes with birthing your soul project (whatever that might be) can also be the catalyst for making the kinds of positive, vitality-boosting lifestyle choices that just happen to enhance your physical radiance too.
And anyhow, consider this from Cindy: “I really believe that the people I know with the deepest meditation practice are winning the aging battle. Like, shockingly. What does not look good is stress.” So from a beauty perspective? The job you hate, the soul-sapping relationship, the unresolved emotional issues with your mom—if it’s making you feel like shit, chances are it’s making you look like shit too.
THE ART OF SACRED ADORNMENT
And YES, the mainstream beauty industry has come up with a plethora of products and procedures to act as a Band-Aid and make you look like a million dollars even when the circumstances of your life are crushing your spirit and dulling your vitality on the daily. They’ve even co-opted the language of self-love to sell them to us: “because you’re worth it.”
But like I said, just because you’re doing the work of honoring your uniquely beautiful spirit, and are beginning to view your perfectly beautiful self through the lens of true self-worth, there’s no reason not to have some fun with the beautifying tricks and tools that remain at our disposal. It brings me back to that idea of our beauty routine as an act of self-love, and vanity as an expression of gratitude for our “precious physical envelope.” Which includes not judging the beauty choices we make.
Spiritual seduction expert Kitty Cavalier wrote a brilliant piece for The Numinous on the art of sacred adornment, citing how, for ancient civilizations, “ceremonial beauty rituals included things like bathing for days, massaging oneself with fragranced oil and herbal salves, face painting, and ornamenting the entire body with glittering shells and earth gems.” After all, she went on, “when the Gods themselves are your Friday night date, you’d better damn well get your glow on.”
BEAUTY AS CEREMONY
Here are a few examples of how the chicest Now Age seekers I know are bringing a sense of ceremony to their beauty practice:
CHOOSING HIGH-VIBE NAIL ART TO CREATE A MINI-ALTAR WITH A MANICURE. The rule of thumb? Images and symbolism of what you want to call in go on the right hand; what you want to release goes on the left. For example, if you want to call in protection and good luck, how about getting a hamsa, a four-leaf clover, or a black cat painted on your right index finger? Having a hard time with your Saturn return? Then a depiction of the ringed planet could go on the left. But since symbolism is the language of the soul—be sure to pick imagery that resonates with YOU.
HAIR COLOR AS COLOR THERAPY. Whether you’re going to get your roots done or are opting for an entire color overhaul, take the opportunity to feel into the transformative sensations this creates in your body and your life. Like, acknowledging the positive physical sensations that come with going peroxide blond—and actually using them to propel you forward on your path (à la Miley Cyrus, for example, whose infamous 2012 hair transformation opened up a whole new chapter in her soul journey).
RUNNING A RITUAL BATH. And filling it with salts and herbs, oils, flower essences, and crystals that have special significance to where you’re at on your journey, and even choosing a mantra to recite while you soak.
Meanwhile, Kitty had this to say about ritualizing your morning makeup routine: “As you line your eyes or mascara your lashes, remember you are drawing well-deserved attention to the portals of your soul. When you rouge your lips, be aware that you are bringing red, the color of passion and power, to every word you speak. As you paint your fingernails, remember that every stroke of the polish is a prayer of adornment for the magic your hands create every day.”
Your mantra for creating a beauty practice that feeds your spirit and honors your unique journey? “Intention, intention, intention.”
GOING AU NATUREL
One of my favorite things about magazine land was the endless stream of beauty freebies. Being the recipient of a $170 jar of Crème de la Mer can make a girl’s ego feel majorly special, after all (just like when Raj offered me the free Botox). I also loved to raid the “beauty cupboard,” literally a whole room stacked with boxes of products we’d been sent in the hope they’d be featured, and would often go home with bulging bags of beauty booty.
In fact (how crazy is this!), one of my major fears about leaving Style was that the supply of free products would dry up—and there was no way I’d actually pay that kind of money for a cream, no matter how seductive the antiaging/life-transforming message. Deep down, this was because I knew they didn’t really work anyway. But still, the myth of mainstream beauty was so deeply rooted in my psyche that before my move to New York, I panic-stockpiled and lugged what was probably thousands of dollars’ worth of products across the Atlantic with me.
But slowly, I found myself throwing a lot of them away. And this was mainly because I began paying as much attention to the part of the label that listed the ingredients as the part selling the “miraculous” beauty claims.
Let’s go back to what Cindy said about the correlation between beauty and diet. The same way cultivating a more mindful approach to food automatically leads to you giving a shit about what’s in the food you’re eating, becoming more aware of what you’re putting in your body also makes you more aware of what you’re slathering on it. Moreover, cleaning up your diet often means you “need” fewer products like concealer, foundation, and blush anyway!
As Cindy points out: “You read all these celebrity profiles where by 10 a.m. there’s been meditation, green juice, a private yoga session, all these wellness-driven things. And then you get to the bathroom, and it gets really out of sync with all the things this person is doing to support their inner being.”
Thing is, until only recently, “natural” beauty products just couldn’t and didn’t cut it in the performance stakes—and when I talk about “performance,” I really mean they didn’t smell, feel, and look as good as mainstream luxury products. Though I truly believe that a lot of why these products appear to “work” is a perception game, often fueled by the advertising message, the lack of certain chemicals in the natural alternatives did lead to inconsistencies in quality and application.
But YAY, times they are a-changing, and companies like CAP are leading the charge in showcasing the equally seductive array of beautiful, aspirational products and brands that are beginning to fill out the natural beauty space. And slowly but surely, these products have crowded out my mainstream beauty faves.
Slowly because, yes, the good stuff is expensive! There’s no way I could afford to revamp my entire bathroom cabinet overnight. But the brands I covet now are expensive because you’re often talking about small batches of handmade products, using only the highest-vibe ingredients—versus expensive because the company has a lab full of white-coated scientists and a billion-dollar celebrity-fronted ad campaign to fund. And often all in the name of selling you the “antiaging” dream.
A RITUAL BATH FOR BEAUTY BY DEBORAH HANEKAMP
In esoteric spiritual practices all over the world, bath rituals are used as a way to unify with the sacred waters for detoxification, regeneration, clarity, and blessing. As we bathe we are taking a moment to reflect, set intention, and wash away old habits and patterns that no longer serve our highest good, all while making our skin sing from the inside out!
I learned about healing ritual baths from the native women of the Peruvian Amazon while apprenticing there. These women use baths to heal almost any spiritual, emotional, mental, or physical illness. From receiving these baths myself, I experienced complete inner balance and as a result began to feel more beautiful on the outside.
My studies in the Amazon, combined with my experience with herbal medicine, yoga, crystals, and sound healing, have since led me to develop my own ritual baths—like this one, for inner and outer radiance. I recommend practicing this ritual once a week, as a way to honor yourself and your own unique beauty.
For Your Altar
Make a small altar near the tub. Include a candle, a rose quartz crystal, a flower, and any other personal power items that represent beauty and truth to you.
For Your Bath
• Pink Himalayan salt 2 cups
• Red wine 1 cup
• Calendula flowers (dried) 2 cups
• Pink rose petals (fresh or dried) 2 cups
• Oatstraw
• Cacao powder 1 cup
• Rose quartz crystal
• A carton of milk (I prefer raw goat’s milk, but hemp or any other will work)
For Your Ritual
• Raw local honey
• Cinnamon stick
• Selenite wand
Method
• Set up your altar.
• Run a tub of hot water, and throw all the bath ingredients in.
• Cover yourself head to toe in the raw local honey—you can even get the honey in your hair!
• Light a cinnamon stick with the flame from the candle from your altar, and burn it around your entire body, including under the soles of the feet.
• As you stand there naked, covered in honey and scented with cinnamon, take a moment to ask yourself if you are holding any outdated, untrue, and unkind beliefs about your appearance. Check to see where your current level of self-worth is.
• Clean your aura with the selenite wand.
• Look into your own eyes and ask your self if there are any truths she’d like to share.
• After letting the honey set into the skin for seven minutes, step into the bath.
• Practice Kapalabhati (shining skull breath) by exhaling from the nostrils, inhaling three-fourths of capacity, and then making at least eight quick, sharp forceful exhales through the nose. Repeat three times.
• Repeat the mantra “I can feel the light in me, I’m gonna set my spirit free” at least three times.
• Now close your eyes, and soak in the powerful energy you have created.
• When you are done with the bath, blow out the candle on the altar to signify the closing of the ritual.
A FINAL WORD ON OUR FEAR OF AGING
That word: “Antiaging.” Flicking through a magazine recently, it struck me just how ridiculous this concept is. Every living organism gets older—and so surely to be “anti” this process is to be anti life itself! But I might as well come right out with it. Despite having integrated all the above into my beauty regime, yes, I still, on occasion, get Botox. Call me a hypocrite if you like, but as I said at the beginning of this chapter, bridging the inner versus outer beauty divide is a major work in progress for me.
For example, by the time this book comes out I’ll be forty—and you should hear my ego freaking out about it! Not least since it’s the first time I’m putting myself out there in a majorly visible way. Fortunately, my higher Self interrupts my ego’s tantrum, like: Whoa, sister. This isn’t about your freaking author photo, it’s about the message! One step forward. Then my ego chips in again: Totally. And thank fuck for Photoshop. Two steps back.
When I was deciding whether or not to have Botox again after my disastrous first attempt, I had lengthy conversations on the subject with Maureen, my energetic aesthetician. Her overall philosophy? “The whole Botox question becomes so silly when we realize there’s a way of seeing ourselves (as energetic beings) where we don’t even notice the little lines. Honest to God, what is wrong with us? Maybe it’s actually a calling to a higher level of consciousness . . .” And maybe I’m not quite there yet . . . and maybe that’s also TOTALLY okay.
If getting Botox is ultimately about striving for an unattainable mirage of “perfection”—then isn’t beating ourselves up for “succumbing” to its allure actually stemming from the same place? Like, if I was a “perfectly” spiritual person, I would be able to transcend the desire to “fix” my face. If Botox had existed in Cleopatra’s day, I have no doubt she’d have been doing it. And anyhow, the more I’ve learned to love, appreciate, and operate in honor of my internal self, the more and more I’m aware how the physical stuff is all just cosmetic. Meaning, my choice to have Botox feels like it has very little bearing on who I am on the inside.
But on a deeper level, our conversation also got me thinking about why we’re so fearful of aging in the first place. It’s obvious, as Maureen says, that “fear of aging is because most people are afraid of getting sick and dying.” But to get a little more numinous on this subject, perhaps this is rooted in the fear that our time will be up before we’ve found and lived our true calling. In other words, before our soul has fulfilled its karmic mission in this lifetime.
Think about it. At the other end of the line, babies are so perfect and so beautiful to us because they represent the unlimited potential we’re all born with. The innocence of our faith in this potential. And, as this faith becomes diminished with every setback and put-down and with every year that passes, as demarcated by the lines that appear on our face, what if this creates a sense of time running out on our highest hopes and aspirations at soul level.
What if the antiaging creams, the Botox, and the facelifts are all just signs we wish we could suspend the passing of time and buy ourselves a little longer to get back to that innocent faith in our potential and our journey. My message for you if this is the case? DO NOT WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE to begin reimagining your life in line with the instructions of your highest Self. And also, with this intention firmly in place, do what the hell you like to look and feel your best while you’re at it.